| I saw you walking round the house tonight
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| Trying to catch a glimpse of what’s inside
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| Driven by some mix of curiosity
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| And a bit of nostalgia
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| This advice you should take seriously
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| What you seek is not in here
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| So don’t come knocking at my door
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| For you should know that no one lives here
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| No more…
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| A glass of wine stands on the table still
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| And flowers grace the window sill
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| You see a dim light shining from the fireplace
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| I notice you stare freezing cold
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| This advice you should…
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| In this house
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| No one lives here
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| No more…
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| A love unbreakable until it broke
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| A dream so real until I awoke
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| So what you see inside this house tonight
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| Is the mess you left behind
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| This advice you should…
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| In this house
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| No one lives here
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| No more…
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| Don’t come here, don’t cross my way
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| Stay out of sight, I don’t want to see your face
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| Don’t come here, don’t you hear what I say
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| Leave me alone, I don’t want your cold embrace
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| What you’ve done to me in the name of love
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| Wasn’t quite what I had been thinking of
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| My wounded flesh lies open to your scorn
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| Each and every time we meet
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| And still it bleeds…
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| Some experiences in life leave us with wounds
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| That keep bleeding even many years after the injury
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| They say that time heals all the wounds
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| But noone knows how much time will be necessary |